She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back. Takes the dark out of the nighttime, she paints the daytime black. You will start
Translation: Grateful Dead. She Belongs To Me.
occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same Livin
You told me he was the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story
["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead] Alright! Hey, are we ready? Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet My middle name is trouble
: ["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead] Alright! Hey, are we ready? Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet My middle name is
